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I'm so scared. I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning, when I get to thinking most about my life and that much thinking can't possibly be alright. I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014, an illusion made for laughing at all of us who think maybe we can do better this time. This time we'll change for sure. This is it. And 2015, dear friend, I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it to the hopeful beginning of 2016 When I can say again with conviction that this is the year we'll be great. Yes, we will be legendary. This is it.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Dear 2015,
I'm so scared. I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning, when I get to thinking most about my life and that much thinking can't possibly be alright. I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014, an illusion made for laughing at all of us who think maybe we can do better this time. This time we'll change for sure. This is it. And 2015, dear friend, I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it to the hopeful beginning of 2016 When I can say again with conviction that this is the year we'll be great. Yes, we will be legendary. This is it.
brittlebird
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
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